I intend to love the air in my lungs —
as I wake.
Compelled to peer through coke bottle glasses of glitter.

I intend to be unseen.
A whispering ocean concealed beneath the piers of Santa Monica.
I have so much to say, so much to share
as I wake.

Here in my bed,
Frozen between planks of wood and placid sea.
I laugh in my sleep,
groan as I wake.

I fear the here the now
and encourage the dreams,
the sounds.